Short Pellet Poems
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Jolly Rancher by James Edward Lee Sr.
Sugar-sugar-sweet
dyes-food coloring-sweet-sweet
hard pellet sweet drops
12/04/17
Ripe Lingo is the wit of pretension
Jargon is the fibery fuel of
the pellet stove that is my muse
Even I wince at the pleasing placement
of a quavering whim.
Proof of pudding lies on palate
Not on plate
Sweet pudding is sweet
Even if mixed with pellet.
Pudding over-eggs are best
In artist’s palette-tempera
[Epigram]
Whipping gulf clouds burn
Sheets of sideways rain
People's worried smiles
hurry, pass me by
I'm a lazy girl
Rumbling starts in
Slashing lightning
I mosey home
to watch the storm
Slow feet now
Pellet rain
Lock the door
Sweet sound
Tire me
Peace.
Fat drops pellet the ground.
Steps splashing, scattering ripples.
Ripples in time, circling out
from the moment, the here, the now, the present.
The present of laughter,
sheer joy at being a child
being cuddled by fat drops
that ripple in rings, then retreat
once memories fade.
blackened sun, miniaturized pencil-point, glued
to an expanse where pillow-clouds once lay in repose
caftaned, toothless droids on broomsticks whiz by, cackling
anvil-hot, clay-red rains scald cracked turf, vapor rising up
where phantasmagoric ice-pellet fireworks burst in the night
~ darkness and death descend -- the final curtain
Zafar Supari killerz First priority is to disable or kill opponent through chemical drink.It can be in the form of a powder,a mist,a pellet,or it can be dissolved in water or weak acid.It is water-soluble,odorless,tasteless,and stable.It can also be injected in the form of liquid.Chemical drink,drugs and injection game over.
Note.Zafar Bhai Urf Supari killer is dangerous.
owl guarded the owl pellet house nightly
bats tried to get him to move
but he was a serious guardian
the inhabitants were from another world
helpless to defend themselves in this realm
he insured their safety
the aliens owed him a mountain of debt
before they left, they granted owl a power
he chose invisibility, thus becoming a most dangerous predator
his gift was well earned and appreciated
night owl loved his gift
I tolerate my young son
He bought a small pellet gun
His language’s a little obscene
Because he’s just turned thirteen
I tolerate my daughter
No one could ever hate her?
Her boy friend hates all the blacks
She follows in her mum’s tracks
I tolerate all non-whites
I don’t deny them our rights
They lack British ancestry
There not part of this country
We’re a tolerate nation
With reserved race relations
We have the token black friend
Who we know but don’t defend
My muse smirks at the fixes she leaves me in.
Sometimes I wake up in a swamp teeming with alligators.
Or chewed up and spit out by an angry owl, in an owl pellet.
Once she let me wake up with half an eye, the other had been devoured.
Trixie’s wild sense of humor seems to amuse other people, other poets even.
They send her fan mail and flowers, one sent her his boxer shorts.
I am the unappreciated Van Gogh of this relationship.
The next one who sends her a gift will receive an ear.